The Weezie Going Blog

Note to self

Stop saying blah di blah when explaining things. It’s especially annoying when followed by “ya know? Obviously they don’t know when you explained something with nonsense words. Also don’t buy any more highlighters from the school store. You have enough.

Educational and Fun!

This weekend I went to a dance and a concert, both at my school. The band was Akron Family http://www.myspace.com/akak and they were sooo good. Their style of music is really interesting, its kind of folk rock with some other styles mixed. There was a deejay at the dance and he mainly played techno and rap. One thing I learned was that basically no matter the music style, as long as their is good music playing people, myself included will dance like crazy. The problem with this, for me, is that when people dance they get sweaty and hot, which is completely understandable. What I don’t understand is why boys think its okay to get close enough to me so that I can feel their breath and their sweat on my skin. I like how the boys at my school feel comfortable to dance, but they should take note that if I’m not that attracted to you in real life, coming up to me all disgustingly sweaty, with your beard sweat getting all over me only hurts your chances. Aside from that, keep up the dancing boys, just keep your distance.

Shania You Don't Impress Me Much

The other day I heard the song “That Don’t Impress Me Much” by Shania Twain. Not only did I remember how much I loved that song in like 7th grade but also I remembered how stupid the lyrics were. Especially this:

Okay, so you’re Brad Pitt
That don’t impress me much
So you got the looks but have you got the touch
Don’t get me wrong, yeah I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don’t impress me much

That don’t impress you Shania? What more do you want? I’m sure Brad’s got the touch and I’m also pretty sure he can keep you warm in the middle of the night. I’m also pretty sure any of the other guys you mention in the song can do that too, it’s not that hard.

Shocked then not Amazed

Yesterday, after a long hard day of working in the library I get back to my room and check my email. To my surprise I have 5 new emails, which makes me happy enough because I love getting emails. To add to my joy 3 of the emails say that I have a package waiting for me in the post office. 3 packages!! I haven’t gotten one present since I’ve been at school, now I have 3. I immediately get my coat and purse and I burst out the door and run to the post office, the whole time I can’t keep myself from smiling because I am just so excited. People even give me weird looks and I’m just like stop staring at me I got 3 packages waiting for me obviously I’m going to be excited. Finally I get to the post office and I hand in my student ID and say proudly “ I have 3 packages.” She takes my ID and starts looking for my presents. First she pulls out a huge box. Aaaahhh!! I seriously almost screamed, I was just so excited. I thought it had to be a late birthday gift. Then she starts searching for my other packages. It takes her a while but I’m so excited I don’t even care. She Finally finds two little boxes and I’m like good things come in small packages. She gives me all 3 packages and I look at them and they all say to Jesse Hurwitz. What?! Are you serious? I’m not Jesse. Not even one package was for me! So I give them back and the woman’s like “I am so sorry.” And I say “its fine” as I think to myself Thank you for the blog material!

Step it up Google

I think one of the most annoying things is having the tune of a song stuck in your head but being unable to figure out the song, because there’s no way to google a tune.

Lattes and Train Rides: A Deadly Combination

The other day I was on the train going home. I bought a soy latte before boarding knowing very well and accepting the fact that I ran the risk of having to go to the bathroom on the train. I had one more stop until mine when I decided I couldn’t wait any longer, I really had to go. So I get up and walk towards the bathroom and this lady blocks me and is like “No you don’t want to go back there, it’s dirty, plus there are boys over here,” and she points to the boys sitting next to the bathroom. I was so annoyed. First of all I don’t care if there are boys close to the bathroom when I’m going. It’s not like there inside of the bathroom. Second of all I don’t expect a train bathroom to be clean at all. Let me judge for myself whether it is too dirty or not. You don’t know me lady, you have no idea what I’ve been through in my life. I’m a cross-country runner and there were disgusting port-o-potties at almost every single race, believe me I can handle a dirty bathroom. That being said, I’ve learned my lesson, no more soy lattes before a train ride.

Cat got your tongue

I never understood the appeal with picture calendars of cats and or dogs. Both of my roommates have them and the more I look at them the weirder they seem. One of my roommate’s calendars has a picture of two kittens in a coffee mug and whenever I look at it I just imagine this crazy photographer being like “two kittens on a calendar have been done before we need something more, something to make this calendar unique, better than any kitten calendar we’ve ever done before.” Then maybe he took a sip of his coffee from his favorite coffee mug and was like “I’ve got it! Put the cats in the coffee mug.” And then his co-worker friend will chuckle and be like “Oh well that’s enough to make a cat laugh!”

(p.s. that phrase means extremely amusing. I googled cat phrases and a whole page of them showed up)

My first Post!

I don’t know what to say, I’ve never had a blog before. I guess I’ll start my very first post by thanking my big brother Jake for helping me set up my tumblr. Thank you Jake now the world can hear all my thoughts. I know your all excited!

I decided to start my blog the night of the lunar eclipse that way everyone will remember the night Eliza Hurwitz started her blog.